Angel Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

I contemplated telling her about angels and demons for a moment. "There's more. Anyone with golden eyes are reapers. Anyone with yellow, black, red or an unearthly glowing green or blue eyes are demons. There are also angels with blue or brown eyes too. Until you learn how to tell the difference I can point it out to you, or Adam will." "Did you just say angels and demons?" She looked even more confused. I nodded. "Yes reapers aren't the only supernatural entities that live around us." She looked concerned. "Are they dangerous?" I shrugged.

‎When she woke up and saw me, the fear in her eyes hit like a drug. ‎Then the confusion. ‎Then the anger. ‎Not the kind that turns me on. ‎The kind that says I’ve ruined her. ‎I don’t care. ‎Call me selfish. ‎Call me monster. ‎Call me whatever. ‎Caleb Whitlock is lucky to still have his head. ‎The thought of him touching her. ‎Kissing her. ‎Inside her. ‎It makes me want to burn the world down. ‎I down the vodka. ‎The burn is welcome.

He chuckles grimly, his lips stretching diabolically to release a dark grin as he leers in, “You? Do you dare dream of getting rid of me after the vow that binds us? I flush with embarrassment and he rescinds to relish in my pensive state. Shoving his elbow into the top of Mortiz’s seat and fisting his hand against his jaw, he assumes a tilt of his head and cunningly smiles at me. It’s not particularly a beautiful expression a Vampire should make. But…I gulp with turmoil. It’s a whole world different when it’s an undisputed beauty like this doing the staring. It should make anyone wring with dread as those fiery eyes are predatory and nightmarish. Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed wi

"Hello, Sariel." with a small nod, she acknowledged me. Tall and lean and perfectly sun-kissed regal elegance graced this angel. One of the deadliest of angels ever created a real predator. Dark straight hair is worn in a high ponytail. Peridot eyes that sparkled even at night, lined with long dark lashes, her perfect high cheekbones. A straight nose and rounded lips colored deep red. Her beauty drew you in, and like a black widow, she'll end while showing you love. Peridot wings dripped in emerald angel dust. One word described her, and she couldn't hide it or deny it. Lethal.

I turned to get away from him, but his arms wrapped around my frame, pulling me close. “Leave me,” I struggled, but nothing changed how he looked at me. I knew I had seen Angelo a thousand times, but his eyes were different this time. It was more devilish, filled with an appetite to eat me. My chest elevated for more oxygen because now I could see the devil in the morning light. My devil. How badly I wanted to confront him, but all things vaporized when his hand touched my body. Isn’t it feel strange the touch you used to feel in the dark? The eyes you wanted to see were now looking at you, and it scorched your soul-deep that you didn’t know you should scream in pain or cry in pleasure.

Licking his lips at the sight, he eyed her shamelessly. She was getting ready to the bedding ceremony; in which the newlyweds couple have to intimate with each other. Angel was wearing a red silk robe that reached her knees. It exposed her marvellous collarbones and her cleavage to die for . Her hair was left open as her black silky hair delicately fell on her body and she wasn't wearing any makeup, but she still looked as gorgeous as she was with it. More than anything else, her eyes. Those eyes captivated his attention no matter what. Her blue eyes, like the sky, were as deep as the ocean, as dreamy as a starry night, as pretty as lotus petals, as mesmerizing as sunrise, as serene as morni

My entire universe shifted before I could move again. I'm still alive. I asked myself as I rested my head on the wheel. After a little break, I skipped breathing when an angel appeared in front of me. He is asking if I am okay. If I really heard it right, or maybe I'm just deceiving myself with my ear because I was about to collapse. not because of the accident but because of an angel. The angel has blue eyes, a sharp nose, and crimson lips, which I think are forbidden to look at. Since he has been an angel, I know that doing so would be a sin.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Yes, she can see him angry but not the change in his eye color. He didn’t even transform, so the rumor was true. The ruthless Alpha King of The Blue Moon pack has the devil’s eyes. He was more dangerous and superior with his bloodshot, raging eyes. “Y-Your... eyes. . .” Emily uttered, trembling. “So, the rumor is true,” Emily added, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Yes, it’s true. The rumors were true, Emily,” he answered nonchalantly. “I have the devil’s eyes that everyone fears.”

Any women except Angela, who looked at him in the eyes without flinching. "Do you know who you are talking to?!" Andrew shouted at her but immediately halted at Lucifer's raised hand. Signalling him to stop. "You have some guts to do that, Miss Colton. Perhaps you don't know I am hmmm?" As the devil possessed him, his voice turned temptingly smooth. Angela's heart wavered for a second looking into his deep gaze. So deep it could consume her into an endless abyss. She straightened her back trying to look more confidant and smirked. "Oh, I don't care who you are, to me you are just a patient,"